Old Friends

The players consumed drinks and food like no other. Tilia was passed a mug of mead and the player winked, "The elf players said this one is more appealing to them."

Letting it sit Tilia instead immersed herself in the atmosphere. Nimin and Para stuck near her. Only as the party began to calm did she finally take a sip of the mead. She soon understood why it was appealing to the elf players, it was faintly herbal and didn't have much flavor. To the enhanced sense of an elf it was essentially catered to them.

Tilia had long since overcome this, capable of enjoying anything from any race as long as it was edible. Nonetheless she enjoyed the mead and conversed with Nimin.

"Where's the rest of Dusted Bright?"

Nimin gestured to the crowd, "In a way they're all here! All expeditioners are apart of Dusted Bright. At least in this camp. Some other players started their own expeditions in other places. At the start it was really popular."